Oh good god, this was actually happening.

This was actually going to happen.

I’d dreamed of being with him for so damn long, spent every night fantasizing, imagining, thinking naughty things that would’ve made a porn star blush, and here we were.

Naked.

Kissing.

His fingers on my throat, then my collar bone, traveling down to my breasts. He cupped them and squeezed, pinching my nipples lightly.

I moaned against his lips, parts of me finally letting go.

I’d never done anything like this in my entire life. I’d come straight out of school and wound up in a relationship that’d nearly destroyed me. I’d been vanilla from the start, measured, cautious, and this was totally wild.

Six months of texting, talking, late-night conversations, smiling at my phone, and now this.

Our night.

And then it will be over, and you won’t have to worry about being broken again. But this was intoxicating. The scent of him, the spiciness of his cologne, and the taste of his lips. They were soft, but so in control.

He led me through the kiss, touching my body and raising goosebumps, as he’d led me out of that club and down the street to the hotel.

I wasn’t used to being led.

He palmed my other breast, and I gasped, then stiffened.

Immediately, Bryan dropped his hands and took a single step back. He tilted his head to one side, studying me from head-to-toe. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's overwhelming," I said, quietly.

A year ago, I'd run for my life, had my heart torn to shreds, and so much more, and here I was. Taking this risk, with him. He was so painfully handsome my chest hurt.

Tattoos arced over his chest and down to his six-pack. Blonde hair styled short atop his head, with matching beard and intense bluest blue eyes. He was manly and rough. Huge. In every way. My gaze drifted to his cock, standing at full attention, dripping pre-cum. It was for me. All for me.

"Tell me you want this, and you can have it, Riley. You can have whatever you like tonight. If you ask me to leave, I'll leave, and we'll continue the way we have in the past. Texting over the app, friends, what the fuck ever. You name it, you got it."

This was the opposite to everything I'd been told in my previous relationship. Then it had been, you want it, get the fuck out of here with that shit, bitch.

Cute. Real cute. But now isn't then. Focus on what you want now, girl. It's him.

I stepped closer to him again, pressing my breasts against his chest, looping my arms around his neck.

He growled low, leaned in and nipped my earlobe. "You sure?"

"It's what I want," I replied, and it was damn well true. Even if my idiot brain kept sending doubtful thoughts firing off in different directions. "You're what I want."

"Good," he grunted, "Because you're going to be mine tonight."

Tonight. Just tonight. I could deal with that.

Deal with it? Shit, I'd bathe in the glory of this moment, and screw what my brain had to say about it. I deserved this. I deserved him.

Bryan peppered kisses down the side of my neck. He circled them around to the front and moved them up my throat. My heart pounded there, against his lips, and heat traveled from my crown, down my back, to the tips of my newly French manicured toes.

Memories of things we'd said to each other screamed back.

That he'd shared his darkest doubts with me—that his past would come back to haunt him and ruin everything. That he'd lost the woman he'd loved. All those private thoughts, followed by a slow burning descent into desire.

"I can't wait to taste you." That was the message he'd sent me last night, as I'd stood in front of the mirror contemplating just how slutty my dress should be, while simultaneously losing my nerve, then regaining it.

"I want to taste you," I said, now, trying to sink to my knees in front of him.

Bryan caught me by the elbows and held me upright. "No, Riley. Not until I taste you," he replied.

"Do you always demand to go first?" I asked.

"Of course." He lifted me off the floor and carried me to the bed. Oh shit, there was a bed in here—I'd totally spaced out, forgotten we were in my damn hotel room. How we'd gotten here was a blur.

Bryan lowered me to the sheets, then spread my legs and lowered himself between them. We'd already dealt with tonight's “mechanical” aspects. Yes, we were both clean. Yes, I was on the pill. And yes, he wanted to come inside me.

I clenched tight, then released slowly. Even the thought was enough to drive me wild.

Bryan blew gently on my lips. "Christ, Riley. You're swollen. You're dripping for me." He swallowed audibly, as if I was truly a treat for tonight. He dragged a finger through my lips, and I bit down on the base of my palm to keep from crying out.

"No," he said, lifting his head and spearing me with those icy blue eyes. "Not like that. Let them fucking hear you, gorgeous, who cares. Tonight is our night."

Prickles spread across my chest, and I released my palm and took hold of one of my breasts instead, using the other hand on a fistful of his hair.

"Good," Bryan said, then licked his lips. Not too full, not too thin. The man was the walking embodiment of perfection, and he was mine for the night. OK, get over it. Just live in the damn moment.

Bryan buried his face in my pussy, wrapped my legs around his head, and sucked on my clit so hard I was transported to another fucking dimension.

"Oh my god," I squeaked and pulled on his hair.

He growled, then lifted his hand and spanked my ass, sending shockwaves down my thigh. He shifted, and two hot fingers pressed into my pussy, claiming me, my everything, just like that. Bryan Rome was inside me.

"Fuck!" I hissed it, released him, and grabbed for the pillows above my head. I warred with them, tugging at the cotton casings, my body undulating against the bed, in time with his tongue and his fingers. "Oh my holy shit."

"Come for me," he said. "If you come for me, Riley, I'll let you suck my cock."

That was all it took.

The mere thought of him in my mouth, as deep as he could go, stretching me, hurting my jaw, was enough.

My back arched off the bed, and I shuddered through my orgasm, gasping for air. "Bryan, oh fuck, it's too—oh." Shocks of pleasure jolted through me, one after the other, and I pulled him into my pussy, fresh out of words, fresh out of thought.

Finally, the orgasm dissipated, and my legs flopped down on the bed. "Holy crap," I muttered. "God."

"Bryan, actually," he said.

I laughed and tapped his shoulder with my foot. "Modest, I see."

"Modesty is overrated. Confidence is where it's at."

"Confidence? Or arrogance?" I scrambled up from the bed, smiling, and crawled toward him. He rose too and placed his fists on his hips.

"Well, it's all perspective," Bryan said. "Arrogance is—"

I took the tip of his dick in my mouth, and he cut off, practically choked. He was as big as I'd thought he'd be, and I struggled up his shaft, opening my mouth as wide as it could go to accept more of him.

His pre-cum was clean, deliciously salty, and I lapped it up, unleashing that naughty, crazy side I'd held close to my chest ever since we'd started chatting. The make-a-porn-star-blush side.

"Fuck me," he said and gathered my hair into a makeshift ponytail. He held it and tugged, lightly, directing my mouth. "Fucking hell, that's amazing."

His dick pulsed between my lips, and more pre-cum dribbled from his tip and onto my tongue. I moaned against him, worked my hand over his shaft to make up for the lack of my mouth. I just couldn't take all of him, and sheesh, excuse me for never having deep-throated.

"That's too good," he choked it out. "Too good, Riley."

I quickened the pace, slurping, swishing my tongue over his head and just absorbing the moment. I looked up at him, took in the rippling of his abs as he took the pleasure, the glazed expression in his eyes.

"Riley, slow down," he said. "You'll make me come."

I couldn't stop myself, had to taste him. The thought of him emptying himself into my mouth, his cum hitting the back of my throat was nirvana. My personal paradise.

"Enough," he said and drew me back by my hair, gently. "Lie back on the bed." Bryan's teeth were gritted, and he swallowed every other second. "Fucking now, Riley."

I lay back down, crawling backward, as he kneeled onto the mattress and came at me on all fours. He pinned me to the bed, braced his arms either side of my head and stared into my eyes.

"This will be the first time tonight," he said. "We've got until morning, Riley. Hold on, 'cause this is gonna go hard and fast."

I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue and wrapped my legs around his thick trunk. He reached between us, flicked my clit gently, then positioned his dick at my entrance. He slipped his head in, carefully, then pulled it out again.

"Hey," I groaned. "Hey, come on."

"You want it?"

"Yes."

"How bad do you want it?"

"So bad I've made myself orgasm every night thinking about it," I replied, tilting my head back against the pillow, challenging him with a stare. "Is that enough for your liking?"

Bryan entered me in one, swift stroke, and I let out a guttural cry.

"Is that enough for your liking?" he countered.

"More than enough." I barely got it out.

Bryan pounded into me, one deep and hard stroke after the other. I floundered. Could barely keep up with his stroke, let alone the pleasure building inside me again. Different from the first time. He filled me, and I dug my fingernails into his back and hung on, riding every stroke.

He caught my lips with his and parted them, claimed my mouth as he claimed my pussy.

"I'm going to come," I whispered. "Bryan, I'm coming. I'm coming."

The waves crashed over me for a second time, and he pressed his thumbs to my forehead, his palms to the sides of my head. "Fuck, me too." He pulsed inside me, emptying himself, resting his forehead against mine and staring into my eyes. "Fuck, Riley. Riley."

My name from that mouth, the one that still tasted of me, was heaven.

Finally, we came down together. He throbbed inside me, sporadically, and grinned. "You're amazing," he said, and kissed the tip of my nose. "Fucking perfect."

Already, doubt burrowed through me. We'd done it. We'd moved past the whole texting thing and into the realm of hardcore... well, this. Whatever this was.

"Stop it," Bryan said, and kissed my lips this time. "I can see you stressing out, Riley. Your eyes go fucking frantic. Relax. Tonight is the exception not the rule. We agreed."

"So, as soon as the sun rises tomorrow, this is over?"

"Just the sex part. The texting will continue," he said, as confident as always.

My mouth quirked into a smile at the corner. "You can do that? You won't be tempted to take it further?"

"I'll be tempted to sext you, sure, but to meet again?" His brow furrowed. "Our lives are too complicated. What we've shared of them, at least. This is now and not tomorrow, so chill out." He pulled out of me slowly and rolled to one side. "What do you say to that?"

"Hmm." I rolled onto my front, my pussy still throbbing from the aftershocks of our session. I placed a finger to the tip of his slightly pointed nose and smiled. "I think that sunrise is a long way away. And that we'd better make the best of it."

"Translation, you're ready for round two?" he asked.

"Correct."

"Good. But first, let's order room service. I've got to refuel the tank." He winked at me, then rolled over and exposed his perfect, peachy ass.

I lifted a hand to my forehead, still smiling, and pressed it down hard.

This had to be the best and worst decision of my life.